soul repair

Ji Qingyan looked down at the person in his arms.Mud and blood stains covered his face, his hair was untied, and stuck to his hair and body wetly. The blood on his body flowed out from nowhere, dripping down continuously.

"Alive?" Shi Knock asked beside him.

Ji Qingyan nodded, the person in his arms was unconscious, but his fingers tightly held his belt.

Just like when we first met.

At that time, he was meditating by Qiong Lake, and there was such a man floating beside him, his body and face were covered with pink falling cherry blossoms, his body was covered with wounds, and he was still smiling in his sleep.He didn't know him, but his fingers pulled his belt, almost pulling his clothes apart.At that time, he thought this person was very annoying...

Qi Ning was taking care of Cen Muyi on the shore, and took out a small bottle of medicine from his arms and put it on her lips: "They gave Muyi the medicine to make her insane, and there is no life-threatening for the time being."

"Qing Yi said that there is a vacant room on the hillside of Linshan that has been cleaned out, and the third palace master will take him there first." The stone knocking sound opened the way ahead, "The place has not been used for many years, it is very secluded, and no one disturbs it."

Ji Qingyan didn't say anything, leaving Qi Ning to take care of Cen Muyi, and just flew away with the person in his arms.

There is a bamboo forest on the mountain, and you can't see the edge at a glance. There is a path in the forest, which is winding and quiet.They walked along the path, and suddenly there were several bamboo houses in front of them. Tsinghua was dripping green, and bamboos were everywhere.The sound of stone knocking led him in, the bamboo house was very simple, just bamboo chairs and bamboo tables, Ji Qingyan gently placed him on the bed in the innermost room.

"Young Master Hua has arrived and is leading his disciples to capture the remnants of the Red Sandalwood Palace. The Third Palace Master is here to take care of Ling Dao, so you don't need to worry about other things."

Ji Qingyan nodded, and gently pulled out a two-foot-long thin blade from Guan Lingdao's left hand.This blade is black like thick ink, made of some unknown material, the blade is one inch wide and as thin as a cicada's wing, he lightly scratched it on his finger, but it was blunt for some reason, and it couldn't cut anything.Ji Qingyan looked at it in the palm of his hand, the bit of bone-piercing coolness seeped out from the blade, penetrated into the skin, making people feel chills all over.The ink-colored blade handle was slightly thicker and curved, exactly the size of Guan Lingdao's palm.

He put the black blade aside, put his hand on the lump of bloody flesh on Guan Lingdao's shoulder, and slowly lucked out.Seeing that Ji Qingyan's eyes fell on his face, and Guan Lingdao's fingers were tightly wrapped around his belt, Shi Knocking sound blushed for some reason, and couldn't get in the conversation, leading Jun Mo to retreat.

He can't hurt people and can't fight, his purpose in Red Sandalwood Palace is to look around and remember everything he sees clearly.He stepped up to the top of the peak, which was where Yan Wudao practiced in his early years. The courtyard made of stones was solemn and deserted. There were a few books on the bookshelf in the main hall, which recorded herbs, spirit beasts and the like. Flip through a few times, and quickly read it.

Walking slowly to the next door to the training room, there was nothing there except an old cushion on the floor, which had been covered with dust since it had not been used for many years.

He casually looked up at the empty wall, and suddenly felt a little weird.

The walls are made of bamboo, but the arrangement of the bamboo branches on it is a little different from the bamboo houses on the mountainside.Whether it is thick or thin, it seems to be disorganized, but the sound of stone knocking recognizes that this is an ancient array. It was recorded in books hundreds of years ago, and almost no one uses it now.He tapped a short bamboo in the southeast corner lightly with his fingers, and knocked down bamboos of different lengths. He knocked 27 times in a row. Suddenly, a hollow sound sounded, and the bamboo receded to the sides, and a black hole appeared in front of him. s room.

Shi Knock was watching at the door, feeling creepy.

The room is airtight, and the surroundings are made of black iron, so dark that there is no light at all.This place seems to have been cleaned long ago, but the walls are full of potholes, mottled and crisscrossed like hand scratches, as if a lunatic with advanced cultivation and desperately trying to escape was imprisoned in the early years, the appearance is horrible.

Jun Mo raised his head subconsciously, flashing his fangs towards the eerie room.

The stone knocking sound was hesitant and just about to step in, when someone grabbed his shoulder suddenly, and the voice of Huacaixing came from beside him: "Don't act rashly."

"Yeah." He was covered in cold sweat and stayed still, "You're here too."

"I heard that this is the place where Yan Wu practiced before." Hua Caixing walked in from beside him, looked around along the black iron wall, stroking the pitted marks with his fingers, "It's nothing, come in."

The sound of stone knocking stepped into the room, and as soon as he walked in, he felt very oppressed. The top of his head was also made of black iron. This is not a room, but a cage that shuts up wild beasts. It is more terrifying and airtight than the cave where soul cultivators are locked up.He stroked the wall, frowning silently. Despite the age, he could still see bloodstains everywhere.

"Yan Wu founded the Red Sandalwood Palace a year ago in 320, and this stone courtyard was built later." Shi Knocking said.

Who is locked up here?

He couldn't figure it out, Huacaixing looked carefully for a while, but couldn't figure it out either: "There's nothing to see here, first talk to Palace Master Ji."

"Um."

After leaving the prison-like black hole, the two came to the bamboo house halfway up the mountain, where Ji Qingyan was bowing his head to heal Guan Lingdao.Hua Caixing looked at them silently, and said in a low voice: "There are more than 200 disciples in the Red Sandalwood Palace, 36 of them died, and the rest were arrested. The Master of the Purple Cloth Altar died in the Soul Cultivation Cave, and there were 23 of the Red Sandalwood Envoys." , six died, and the rest were also temporarily detained."

Shi Knock was full of suspicion and dared not speak.

There are thousands of disciples in the Red Sandalwood Palace, Yan Wuxia has three altar masters, and under the altar master there are hundreds of red sandalwood envoys, how come there are only more than two hundred disciples and 23 red sandalwood envoys left?Yan Wu is in Wangnian Mountain, where did the black-clothed altar master and yellow-clothed altar master go?

Also, Ji Qingyan, Hua Caixing, Hua Luochun and others didn't find it strange at all, as if they knew that there were only such people here, so what's going on?

Ji Qingyan nodded: "Where is Patriarch Hua?"

"The Patriarch is on Jiwang Peak where Yan Wu lives. There are formations around Jiwang Peak, and the Patriarch is breaking the formation."

"There is Patriarch Laohua. I will come to the door in person to thank you in the future."

Huacai walked to Guan Lingdao's bed, looked down at the injuries on his body, and said after a long time, "Is there a serious problem with your life?"

"There is too much bleeding, and he needs to be healed for several hours."

Hua Caixing was silent for a long time again: "He is a soul cultivator, what are you going to do with him?"

Ji Qingyan didn't look up, but just looked at Guan Lingdao's pale and bloodless face: "Take him back to Shangqing Palace, and don't let him out again."

After all, Huacaixing and the sound of stone knocking left, and by the fifth watch, Guan Lingdao finally had some color on his face.Ji Qingyan went back to his room and changed his clothes, then went to the next peak to look at Cen Muyi.Cen Muyi was given medicine earlier, and she still hasn't woken up yet, while Qi Ning is standing by her bed in a daze.Ji Qingyan didn't want to disturb them at this moment, so he backed out quietly. When he returned to the room again, he disappeared. Get ready to undress him.

"The water in this pool is deodorizing, and it's almost done after soaking for a while. There are many medicinal soaps piled up in the main room of the Purple Clothes Altar. I saw that his wounds are almost healed, so I took two pieces to wash him." The stone knocking sound was a little embarrassed, and explained carefully.Guan Lingdao was covered in the smell of dirty sewage, which made Ji Qingyan smell bad too. The third palace master usually loves cleanliness so much, so he really can bear it.

The water in this pool is flowing, and there are hollow bamboos in every corner to send water into the pool. When it is full, it will flow out from the hole cut out at the bottom of the pool, so it will not be dirty.

Her hair and face were already covered with medicated soap, and she rinsed her mouth several times with seven-spice mint powder.

The two disciples scooped up spring water and poured it from the top of their heads. The medicated soap was washed away, and the long ink-like hair was pressed against the face.One of the disciples brushed the hair off his face, his face and neck turned red from rubbing, and a few strands of hair fell down and dripped water, which reflected the peach blossom face a little differently from usual, and even more colorful.Two disciples opened his shirt, revealing his bare shoulders and chest, Ji Qingyan looked down at him, and suddenly said: "You all go out, I will wash him."

Shi Knocking didn't dare to say anything more, and led his people out, before leaving, he said, "Just now when he was lifted from the bed, there was some movement, and he called Master a few times, and said a few words about evil spirits."

"Yeah." Called Master?

Being able to move, and still talking in sleep, it must not be far from waking up.

Sitting by the pool, Ji Qingyan took off Guan Lingdao's shirt, his body became thinner than before, his chin became pointed, and his collarbone became more prominent.If he was really abused, maybe not even a good moment passed, Ji Qingyan lowered his head, applied the medicinal soap on Guan Lingdao's shoulders and chest, and rubbed it slowly.

Sliding his hand over the smooth skin, he couldn't help noticing that the two spots on Guan Lingdao's chest stood up due to stimulation.His fingers suddenly didn't look like his own, and he was kneading and pinching uncontrollably. When he came to his senses, Guan Lingdao had already frowned, grabbed Ji Qingyan's clothes, and let out a long and vague sound. "Um".

Having molested his apprentice, Ji Qingyan stopped his hand and looked down.

Guan Lingdao's fair body was flushed, and his frown showed no reluctance, but a little eagerness, but he didn't know what he wanted, so he just hummed softly.Ji Qingyan didn't touch him anymore, but he was a little unbearable, clutching Ji Qingyan's clothes: "Master."

This "Master" made Ji Qingyan's blood rush all over his body.

"Do you know who I am?" When he woke up, Ji Qingyan had already fallen into the water.Half of Guan Lingdao's body was lifted out of the water by him, he held the swollen protrusion of his chest in his mouth, sucked with the tip of his tongue, and nibbled uncontrollably.

"Master, um, master." Taohua eyes were tightly closed, her neck was thrown back and she fell on the stone by the pool, her voice hoarse.